Marrick nodded.
“The whole truth,” Luther prompted.Their pet turned to look at him and nodded his acceptance of that, too.
For a few seconds, Marrick was silent.“I liked it when you pounced on me,” he whispered.It was the truth, Blaine could see it burning in his eyes.But perhaps it wasn’t the whole truth.He didn’t just like it—Blaine was pretty sure Marrick bloody well loved it.
Blaine smiled.Moving forward, he took Marrick’s wrists in a tight grip and pushed him back against the grass once more.
“Tighter?”Marrick asked.
Blaine cautiously strengthened his grip.Marrick held his gaze until a little purr of pleasure escaped from his throat.
Blaine increased his grip again, and that same pained look flashed through Marrick’s eyes.
“A bit too tight,” Marrick whispered.
He’d hurt him.Arslan was right.Blaine sprang away from Marrick, retreating until not one bit of his skin was in contact with Marrick’s body.He’d hurt him and…
Marrick sat up just far enough to support himself on his elbows.He looked from Blaine to where Luther was still crouching next to them, watching over them.
“I don’t break promises lightly.”
And he’d promised to tell them how much was too much.
Blaine swallowed rapidly as he stared down at their pet.It took all the courage he was aware of having and more, but somehow, he put his hand back around Marrick’s wrist, very gently.He cautiously tightened his hold on him until Marrick nodded his head.
“That’s just right?”
Marrick nodded again, not seeming to be able to find any words.
A wrist appeared at the edge of Blaine’s field of vision.He glanced up and met Luther’s gaze.Luther’s expression told him everything he needed to know.Blaine wrapped the fingers of his free hand around Luther’s wrist, making sure his grip on Luther was exactly the same as his grip Marrick.
Luther studied the hold very carefully for several seconds before taking back his hand.He immediately reached for Marrick’s free wrist.One nod later, they both knew what was an acceptable amount of pressure to place on that joint and what wasn’t.
“What else can you handle?”Luther purred, leaning low to let the words caress Marrick’s ear.
Marrick murmured his pleasure, arching off the grass to press against any bit of bare skin within his reach.
“Can a human survive outdoors without these?”Luther tugged at the shoulder of Marrick’s shirt.
Marrick nodded.“Maybe not so much in winter though,” he added, his voice rough.
“That’s good,” Blaine told him, moving to lie on the grass next to Marrick as he ran his fingers down the buttons on the front of Marrick’s shirt.“You promised us the truth, didn’t you?”
Marrick nodded, apparently more than a little fascinated by the sight of Blaine playing with those buttons.
“If we do something that might hurt you—you’ll say your word.”
Marrick nodded.
Blaine shook his head.“Promise.”That was important.He’d seen the truth in his eyes when Marrick said he wouldn’t break a promise lightly.
“Promise,” Marrick rasped out, trying to rub his crotch against Luther’s hand as Luther played with the tab on his fly.
“We want you naked.”
Marrick would have nodded, but Blaine stopped him short.“That wasn’t a question.”His pet had given them the information they needed.It was up to his masters to make the decisions now.
Pleasure danced in Marrick’s scent.
